Page 25 of Fake Out Hearts

Becca and I got married.

Every time I think those five words, my smile widens and my stomach flips over. I’m still wearing the rinky dink gold band the chapel provided, and I keep catching myself glancing down at it just to make sure it’s still there. That we really did get married, and it wasn’t all some game loss-induced fever dream.

But it’s there, gold and solid, and it’s not going anywhere. After I throw my bag in the overhead bin and take the window seat next to Noah in the front row, I stare outside and trace the band with my thumb absently while the plane rolls into position for takeoff. My mind is racing with all the big changes that have already happened and will continue to happen, but the funny thing is, I’m not really stressed about them.

It’s just like I told Becca—everything is going to be fine. She might not believe it yet, but I do, and I’m hoping that my optimism will be enough for both of us for now. It’s definitelygoing to take some time to adjust to all of this, and I don’t blame her for being worried about the media—especially with Kaplan’s vulture TV crew still circling—but we can handle all that.

“Hey, Camden. You listening?”

Noah’s deep voice cuts through the thoughts galloping through my mind, and I glance over at him.

“Sorry, what?”

“I just asked you why you’ve been so quiet today,” his says, his keen blue eyes fixed on me. “You’ve been off in left field for a couple of days now. Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Just have a lot going on.”

“Cagey much?”

Noah arches a brow at me, then jolts in his seat when the plane lurches forward. He grips Margo’s hand like his life depends on it until he realizes we aren’t in the air yet, just making a turn on the runway. When he notices me smirking at him, he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I fucking hate flying,” he grumbles, and I can’t help laughing. “But seriously, what’s going on with you?”

I can’t keep it a secret forever, but I’m not sure I’m ready for the whole team to hear yet, so I twist around in my seat to see who’s sitting where. My stomach drops as I realize that Margo is leaning forward a little in her seat beside Noah, looking at me curiously. Well, whatever. She’d find out from Noah almost immediately anyway since they’re together now, and she probably needs to know since she’s the team’s social media manager.

I turn to face them both as I declare, “I got married today.”

Margo almost chokes, and Noah’s blue eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“Come on, dude, you heard me. I got married.”

“Married?” Margo keeps her voice to a low hiss, but it still catches Reese’s attention where he’s sitting in the aisle seat right in front of me. He turns around in his seat, his eyebrows shooting up. Luckily, no one else around us seems to have heard her. I’m not really ready for the whole team to know about this yet.

“Are you serious? And why am I just now hearing about it?” Noah asks, shaking his head like he’s trying to force his brain to process this new information.

“I was trying to keep things quiet for a while.”

“Why?” He narrows his eyes. “Who did you marry?”

He probably isn’t going to like my answer no matter how I frame it, so I decide I might as well rip the band-aid off in one go.

“Becca Summers.”

Just as I expected, Noah’s eyebrows skyrocket up his face. “You mean the same Becca who was dating Shawn Kaplan? The one we saw get dumped at the bar last night?ThatBecca Summers?”

I nod. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Holy shit,” Reese mutters from in front of me, sounding just as shocked as Noah.

I guess I can’t blame them. I’d be shocked too if one of them had done what I just did. But they don’t know what’s really going on, so who are they to judge?

“Fucking hell, Camden. Are you crazy?” Noah mutters.

I can’t help but chuckle at that. “Well, that’s always been up for debate, hasn’t it? But I promise I was of sound mind when I said my vows.”

“How did this all happen?” Margo asks, still holding Noah’s hand as she leans toward me a little. “Were you two seeing each other before last night, or…?”

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